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The Beauty of the Moon.

"In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth."
― Rachel Carson

It took 3 hours. 3 hours just to select the type and number of flowers, the decorations and finalize the dresses. Even with the wedding planner's help, Topanga was stressed out. There was so much to do.

"Dinner time." Said Riley, looking at her watch. Topanga nodded. "You guys go ahead. Angela and I will finish up here."

Rachel smiled. "Okay, let's go Riley." She said, leading her out.

The entire way, Rachel told her stories about her parents, Eric and Shawn, and basically everybody.

"You guys had a wonderful childhood." Said Riley.

"Oh, but it was far from perfect." She told her about that one nasty fight that Cory and Topanga once had after their wedding, over something as stupid as a magazine. "But they always worked it out."

At the dining table, they were early this time. The only people there were Eric, Maya, Shawn and Katie.

And by the looks of it, Maya wasn't happy. "Hey," she grumbled when Riley sat down next to her.

"What's up?"

Maya made a face and pointed at Shawn and Katie, who were laughing at a joke Shawn had made.

"I thought you wanted them to be together." She whispered to him.

"Not when they're being all mushy together."

Riley half-smiled. "You know, you act exactly like that in front of Josh."

Maya knotted her brows together. "Really?" Riley nodded. "Next time I do that, please kill me."

After everyone had arrived, they ordered dinner. The food was great, as usual, but this time Riley didn't eat much.

When dinner was over, Angela, Rachel and Topanga went back to the planning. Topanga took Katie along with her too.

Riley went up to her room. She was planning on taking a walk by the beach, but everyone was busy, so she had no one to go with. Josh was taking Auggie to the gift shop and the aquarium downstairs, and Maya had decided to spend time with Shawn.

There was a knock on the door. Riley got up to see who it was, and upon the door, Riley saw it was Lucas. He looked nervous, but still cute as hell, standing there in a V neck shirt, his jacket and slim-fit jeans.

"Um, hey." Said Riley, stepping out.

"Hi, Riley." He scratched his head awkwardly. "Are you free, now?"

This is your chance. Said the voice. Take it.

"Mm Hmm." She nodded. Lucas smiled. "Great. Would you like to come with me to the beach?"

"Yes." She said. "But didn't you go there before dinner?"

"I did." He leaned against the wall. "But you didn't. And I know how much you love the beach."

Riley's heart fluttered. "Are you asking me out?"

He smirked. "Depends. Are you saying yes?"

"Already did." She smiled. "Wait, let me get my jacket." It was almost August, which meant monsoon season. Although the rains hadn't started yet, there were occasional cold winds, especially near the sea.

She turned to go back, before Lucas grabbed her arm. "There's no need. You can have mine."

"But you must want yours—"

"Nope." He said, already taking it off. "Here, it's yours."

She took it and put it on, the familiar scent reaching her nose. The sexy, musky scent of his cologne.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"Let's go."

Five minutes later, they were out of the hotel, walking through the empty esplanade.

A cold blast of air hit her, and she shivered, even though she was wearing a jacket.

"I think you should take this." she said, starting to take his jacket off.

He frowned. "Why?"

"Cuz its cold and you could catch the flu because of the wind and become—"

He rolled his eyes at her, grabbing her hand, which made her stop and blink. "You're worrying about me?" he said with a slight raise of his eyebrows. "Really?"

When she didn't say anything, he sighed. "You need it more than I do."

"Do I?"

"This argument is pointless." He didn't stop walking even when his boots hit the sand. Riley took off her sandals and tried to tuck her hair behind her ear. It was everywhere, because of the wind.

The sand was cold, but it was still sand. Smooth and golden. Still sand.

She heard the waves lapping on the shore and the soft bubbling of the frivolous white surf. She could almost taste the saltiness in the air. The wind sang its own song. An alluring, enthralling whisper.

The cosmological beauty of nature never failed to impress her and left her kind of breathless and peaceful.

The moon illuminated the whole place in a faint glow, lessening the blackness of the sky. It looked so different at night. Dim, like endless broken promises. Something beautiful in its own eerie, dark way.

She remembered her dream, about the water choking her and how she slowly drowned without even a whisper.

"Are you listening?" Lucas's voice broke her trail of thought. She shook those things out of her head for now.

"Hmm?"

Lucas stopped. "Are you okay?" He looked concerned, his lips pressed together and his brows knotted.

"Yes I'm fine." she smiled.

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, her feet pacing faster than before. "You've got to stop worrying about me so much. Honestly, I'm fine."

He ran a hair through his tousled hair. It looked messy, but in a good kind of way. Her own hair, she though, must resemble a crow's nest.

The seashells gleamed, even in the darkness. She made her to the inky water and let it wash over her feet, just a tiny bit below the ankle, and didn't go any deeper in fear of her jeans getting wet.

She stumbled a little, but Lucas was there to catch her. She gripped his arm tightly for support. "Only you would stumble at a place like this." he chuckled.

"The water creates a little pool of nothingness beneath your feet." She mumbled.

"What?" Lucas looked at her confused. She decided to elaborate. "The water. When it goes back, it takes the sand away with it, so for a moment, there's nothing under your feet."

"Oh." Was all Lucas could say. So that's why she stumbled?

He tugged on her hand a little. "Let's go and swim." It was more like a suggestion than an actual demand. Even a question.

She gave him the most disbelieving look ever. "Are you crazy? Do you want to wake up in a hospital bed with hypothermia?"

"That would be cool. Then we could be like Rose and Jack. From Titanic."

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Or blush. "You've seen Titanic?"

"I, um, Zay was watching it and I just happened to be in the room."

"Blame it all on Zay, why don't you?" She actually laughed this time. "And for your information, Jack died from hypothermia."

"Did he now?" He pretended not to know. "Well, I wouldn't mind dying if I spend my last moment with you."

Heat rushed to her cheeks. "You're so cheesy."

"Really, though. Think about it. You and me. Dying together on the same bed when we're like, 80. How romantic would that be?" He wanted us to drown together like a minute ago.

She took a deep breath, her feet suddenly feeling like they had been covered in ice when another gust of wind blew. He led her to the rocks by the shore. More appropriately huge boulders.

The boulder path continued further from the shore and into the water. He helped her up and took her hand, guiding her and helping her step at the appropriate places, so she didn't tumble down into the water. It was like a number of small caves above the sea, if that made sense. And it took her breath away.

They stopped and sat at the edge of a large boulder, their legs dangling down so they almost reach the water. She played with the end of his jacket, noticing him looking at her.

"You're beautiful." He stated, tucking her hair behind her ear for her.

"Why, thank you." She mock curtsied, although she couldn't do it properly since they were sitting down. She looked at him, more specifically his eyes, and wondered if she would ever get used to them. They mesmerized her every time. "Your eyes." She breathed.

"What about them?" letting a smirk play on his lips.

"They remind me of the moon."

He raised a brow. "The moon? With its holes and craters?"

She shook her head. "The moon, with its silver light and innocence, and how it can pull at the waves and taunt them and turn them ruthless, but hardly does. The moon. Beautiful, even with its ridges and shadows."

Lucas's eyes gleamed. "Well, when you put it that way…"

He gave her a lop-sided smile. "You know how badly I want to swim right now?"

That's all he wanted to do?

Lucas chuckled. "Nope. There are other things as well."

Riley blushed, trying to cover her cheeks up. "Did I say that out loud?"

"You did." He was still laughing.

She rolled his eyes. "You're being all macho now, telling me you want to swim. Truth is, the water's too cold for you. For anyone."

He had a slight curve on the corner of his mouth. "Is that a challenge?"

"Sure is." She scoffed. He took his boots off.

"Come on, Lucas. You and I both know you're not going to plunge into the water."

"Watch me." he smirked. He jumped, and there was a loud splash. He was totally submerged within seconds.

Riley gasped, her eyes wide in alarm.

"Lucas!" she yelled. Oh God, she didn't think he would actually do it. She bend down, trying to find him. "Lucas!" she called again, her heartbeat racing. He didn't answer.

Suddenly, his head bobbed up, and so did his playful eyes and that stupid smirk.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Told ya I could do it." he grinned.

"That was so not funny."

He frowned. "The water's cold. Colder than I thought it would be. Help me up?"

She nodded, putting her hands on his chest and heaving him up. By the time he was out, he was drenched and soaking. Not to mention shivering.

She took his jacket off herself and wrapped it around him. His hair stuck to his forehead and his skin was cold to the touch.

She brought herself closer to him, giving him some of her body heat. It seemed to be working, since he pulled her even closer.

"Never do that again," she said, as she pushed back the hair on his forehead and rested both her hands on either sides of his face.

"Lesson learnt." Somehow, he had still managed to smile at her.

She realized how close they were, and how loud her heart was beating. Their lips were inches apart. She wanted this. Badly.

"Kiss me." she whispered.

And he did.

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